Elias x Megan (Acorn)
Requested by raphlover2012
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Mountains. No, a whole mountain range, all white slopes and creases, blank spaces for him to fill out. Heaps and heaps of dreadful paperwork. After three weeks of intensive working – if I just do one document more – of late nights, of meetings and political squabbles, of listening to stupid people, desperate people, egoistical people… King Elias Acorn was exhausted out of his mind.
-And so it happened, that he nearly forgot his own wedding anniversary.
"Isn't it your wedding anniversary today?" one of the council members had wondered aloud, and after realising they had spoken to him, Elias swore. Quietly. Under his breath, because he's the king, and kings shouldn't cuss. He's barely begun to string together some sort of plan – a nice restaurant, or should we stay at home? Chaos, I need flowers-
-when Meg finds him, saying immediately, "Eli!" She's wearing a coat and holding a covered basket, and she kisses him on the cheek while he just tries to process what's happening. "I thought we should really go on a picnic tonight."
"…It's our anniversary…?" Elias says hesitantly.
"And that's why."
Twenty minutes and a short walk later, and they're curled up on a blanket out in the castle garden. It's chilly, and he can see guards stationed by the gates, but at least it feels so quiet and private and theirs. A few tiny stars can be seen, but mostly it's just the gentle sway of branches, the soft rustle of the grass, and Meg holding his hand. He almost thinks he could fall asleep.
"Well," she says eventually. "Let's see what the cook put into this thing." She opens the basket with a dramatic swish of fabric, and reveals… cake. Two bottles, cake, some fancy pastry Elias can't remember the name of no matter how much he tries, and sandwiches. "Yes!" Meg exclaims. "There's black forest cake."
Elias eats a sandwich, remembers he hasn't eaten for five hours, and devour his slice of cake. Meg doesn't say anything about work – no, she talks about adventures. About something funny that happened – actually, they slip pretty quickly into a playful argument about whether maroon is more red or brown. It remains undecided. Elias feels himself nodding off, and tries to focus on the present.
Meg gives him a look, and leans into his side. "You shouldn't overwork yourself."
"I know, but-"
"-but what good is a king falling asleep on the job?" She snakes an arm around him, half-hugging him. "Sorry. I just meant, that maybe you should take a break sometime."
"Maybe," Elias agrees, too tired to argue.
Meg turns and kisses him, and he kisses back, feeling a sudden surge of affection for his wife.
"You're-" he stops. "I love you," he says quietly, looking her into the eyes. She looks back, and chuckles.
"Love you too. And happy anniversary to us, I guess?"
"Happy anniversary to me," Elias says. "Who has the best wife a king could ever wish for."
